northward just before it reached the town of Unitali, then ran parallel with the border as it traversed the rugged eastern highlands toward Inyanga National Park, an area of misty peaks and wet, densely forested valleys. He touched one of the valleys, a green wedge driven deeply into the barrier of mountains.
'Honde Valley,' he read the legend. The road crossed the head of it, and the valley itself was a funnel that led down to the border and the Mozambique uplands. It formed a natural reentrance to the highlands, a gateway that had been one of the major infiltration routes of the ZANLA guerrillas from their training bases in Mozambique. Sean and Job had learned all its wants the hard way-the hidden trails and strong points, the false ports and the concealed passes.
'The track down to Saint Mary's Mission,' Sean said. They stared at it. 'That's as far as we can take the trucks.'
there is only six Ks to the border,' Job murmured.
'From 'Six hard Ks,' Sean qualified. 'And we won't be clear just because we have crossed into Mozambique. We will still have them after us until we get into Renamo-held ground.'
Sean turned back to General China. 'I'll want porters waiting for us at Saint Mary's Mission. How far does your control of territory extend?'
'The porters will present no problem.' China- came to stand between them and pointed to a speck on the map marked Mavonela. 'And I can have trucks waiting at this village. Once u reach Mavonela, I will consider that you have made good yo delivery of the missiles.'
'I suggest we don't try and bring out forty Stingers with one column of porters,' Job cut in. 'It will make a perfect target for Mugabe's MiGs. One load of napalm is all it would take.'
'And of course, Frelimo can call in their Hinds,' Sean added.
'You are right, Job. Once it is light enough for air attack, we will bombshell.' He was referring to the old guerrilla trick of splintering the column and offering numerous small elusive targets, rather than a single large ungainly one. 'Can you arrange for a series of RZs rather than a single RZ at Mavonela village?' He used the old Scouts' abbreviation for a rendezvous.
'Yes.' China nodded. 'We will disperse the transport along the Mavonela road.' He traced it out. 'One truck every kilometer, hidden under camouflage netting, and we'll move the Stingers out on the last stage under cover of darkness.'
'All right, let's draw up a timetable,' Sean said. 'Let's get it all down on paper. I'll need writing material.'
China opened a drawer of his desk and brought out a cheap notebook and ballpoint pen. While they worked, China sent for his quartermaster, a chubby little man who had run a men's outfitters in Beira before economic necessity rather than ideological commitment had forced him to leave the town and seek employment in the deep bush with China's guerrillas.
He arrived carrying the uniform for a staff officer of the Irish Guards in the field, complete with insignia, headgear, webbing, and boots. Sean donned the uniform for a fitting without interrupting their planning session. The tunic and trousers had to be taken in, and the boots were a size too large.
'Better too big than too small,' Sean decided. 'I'll wear a couple of pairs of socks.'
The tailor tucked and pinned and crawled around Sean's feet as he let the trouser bottoms down an inch.
'Fine.' Sean examined the guards major's papers China laid out on the desk top. From the photograph, Sean saw that the major had been a fleshy, fair-haired individual in his late forties.
'Gavin Dully,' Sean read the dead man's name aloud. 'You'll have to alter the ID photograph.'
'My propaganda officer will take care of that,' China told him.
The propaganda officer was a mulatto, half Portuguese, half Shangane, and he was armed with a Polaroid camera. He took four mug shots of Sean, then spirited away the deceased guards major's ID card to doctor the photograph.
'All right.' Sean turned back to China. 'Now I want to take command of the men who will make up the raiding party and see them properly kit ted out. You'll have to explain to them that they are to take their orders from me in future.'
China smiled and stood up. 'Follow me, Colonel. I'll take you to meet your new command.'
He led the way out of the bunker, but once they were on the path through the forest that led down to the river, Sean fell in beside him and they continudto discuss the raid.
'Obviously I am going to need more than the original ten men in Sergeant Alpholist's squad, at least another detachment to make the diversionary attack on the base.' Sean broke off as the mournful wail of the hand-operated sirens rose from the camp around them. Instantly all around them was turmoil and confusion.
'The Hinds!' shouted China. 'Take cover!' He sprinted r a sandbagged emplacement among the trees nearby. There was a twin-barreled 12.7- men antiaircraft weapon mounted in the emplacement. It would be a prime target for the Hind gunners, and Sean looked around quickly for alternative cover.
In the long grass on the opposite ode of the track, he spotted a less conspicuous shell scrape and ran for it. As he tumbled into it he heard the oncoming roar of the Hind gunships and the cacophony of ground fire built up swiftly. Job jumped down into the foxhole and squatted beside him. Then another smaller figure a above them and, nimble as a hare, leaped into the hole.
For a moment Sean did not realize who it was, not until the wrinkled face creased like a used napkin into a wide white smile and the man said happily, 'I see you, Bwana '
'I 'You! You silly little bugger!' Sean stared at him in disbelief.
sent you back to Chiwewe. What the hell are you doing back bereT'
'I went back to Chiwewe as you commanded , Matatu said 'Then I came back to look for you.'
virtuously Sean still stared at Matatu in awe as he considered what that statement entailed. Then he shook his head and began to smile.
immediately the little man's answering grin seemed to split his face in two.
0 'Nobody saw your' Sean demanded in Swahili. 'You came through the lines into the headquarters of an army, and nobody saw your, 'Nobody sees Matatu when Matatu does not want to be seen.'
The earth trembled under them, and the sound of rockets and gunfire forced them to put their heads close together and shout into each other's faces.
'How long have you been herer'
'Since yesterday.' Matatu looked apologetic. He pointed to the sky where the Hinds were circling. 'Since those machines attacked yesterday. I was watching when you jumped into the river. I followed you along the bank when you used the tree as a boat. I wanted to come to you then, but I saw crocodiles. Then in the night the bad men, the shifts, came in the boat and brought you back here. I waited and watched.'
'Did you see where they took the white woman?' Sean demanded.
'I saw them take her away last night.' Matatu showed little interest in Claudia. 'But I waited for you.'
can you find out where they took her?' Sean asked.
'Of 'I course.' Matatu's grin faded, and he looked indignant.
can follow them anywhere they took her.'
note Sean unbuttoned his tunic pocket and pulled out his new book. Crouched in the bottom of the shell scrape with an air raid de ring overhead, he composed the first love letter he had thun Ming the single tiny sheet of cheap notepaper written in years. F with all the assurances and comfort and cheer he could muster, he ended it, 'Be strong, it won't be for much longer and remember I love you. Whatever happens, I love you.'
He ripped the page out of the notebook and folded it carefWly.
'Take this to her.' He handed it to Matatu. 'See that she gets it and then come back to me.'
Matatu tucked the scrap of paper into his loincloth and waited expectantly'INd you see the hole in which I slept last nightr' Sean asked.
'I saw you come from there this morning.' Matatu nodded.
'That will be our meeting place,' Sean told him. 'Come to me there, when the shifts are asleep.' Sean looked up at the sky. 11w raid had been fierce but short-lived. The sound of engines and gunfire was dwindling, but dust and smoke drifted over their shelter.
'Go now,' Sean ordered. Matatu jumped to his feet, eager to obey, but Sean took his arm. It was thin as a child's, and Sean shook it affectionately. 'Don't let them catch you, old friend,' he said in Swahili.
Matatu shook his head and twinkled with amusement at the absurdity of that thought. Then, like a puff of smoke from a genic's lamp, he was gone.
They waited a few minutes to let Matatu. get clear, then climbed out of the shelter. The trees around them were torn and shattered with shell and rocket fire; across the river an ammunition store was burning. RPG rockets, and phosphorus grenades were exploding, sending dense white smoke towering into the sky.
General China came striding down the path to meet them. There was a sooty stain on the sleeve of his uniform and dust on Ins knees and elbows. His expression was furious.
'Our position here is totally compromised,' he
